See I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
All lobster qualities scuttle away the moment her response gilds the tether between them. It lands like a smattering of early afternoon sun filtering past a tree, heat lifted away with the breeze just enough to leave it lingering only kindly. He'd not set the name free carelessly, but being able to feel the drift of it through her is an experience rich with satisfaction, a caramel drizzle winding across the bite of her french vanilla. He grins with all the indulgence of someone who means to fill up on dessert. "Okay," he promises, softened by the shimmering syrup sweet thing existing between them. "No pinching for you. I'll just kiss you happy instead, deal?" The threat of smothering her, if need be, absolutely buried there.
Negotiations disperse into assignments—photography and costume prep. The now familiar sound of the camera in action immediately pulls his attention up, waistband snapping in time with the set of his eyes upon her. "Ay!" he immediately protests, a grin already surfacing through the mock outrage. "Did you get my good side?" One arm drops into a flexed bar in front of him, fist seated near his hip. Setting into the mewing pose with his face, the typical model pout serving him well, his other arm bends above him.
The moment doesn't last long, skipping across the distance with an eager claim of the camera as he turns it around on her now. "That's it babygirl," he encourages with a wink tucked behind the viewfinder, snapping as aggressively as the machine will allow as he moves and reorients himself around her to catch every possible angle of fierce drama-consumption that's on display. "Oooooh!" he exclaims, sucking a hiss through his teeth. "You're so hot mrs. take." Lowering the camera, he lifts some of the printed photos and fans himself as if such focus for so long on her has given him a flush.
"Alright, pick your favorite and pin it up, I'm gonna go do my hair and then let's get out of here!" Passing the shots to her to choose and setting the camera back on an open shelf, he dives into the nearest sink to combat the paint. Satisfied after some fussing, he slips into his slides and hooks an arm around her waist, pulling her in a messy dash out of the house, too energized still by the potential that lies ahead of them now as they steer themselves to the cove.
[FIN]
Negotiations disperse into assignments—photography and costume prep. The now familiar sound of the camera in action immediately pulls his attention up, waistband snapping in time with the set of his eyes upon her. "Ay!" he immediately protests, a grin already surfacing through the mock outrage. "Did you get my good side?" One arm drops into a flexed bar in front of him, fist seated near his hip. Setting into the mewing pose with his face, the typical model pout serving him well, his other arm bends above him.
The moment doesn't last long, skipping across the distance with an eager claim of the camera as he turns it around on her now. "That's it babygirl," he encourages with a wink tucked behind the viewfinder, snapping as aggressively as the machine will allow as he moves and reorients himself around her to catch every possible angle of fierce drama-consumption that's on display. "Oooooh!" he exclaims, sucking a hiss through his teeth. "You're so hot mrs. take." Lowering the camera, he lifts some of the printed photos and fans himself as if such focus for so long on her has given him a flush.
"Alright, pick your favorite and pin it up, I'm gonna go do my hair and then let's get out of here!" Passing the shots to her to choose and setting the camera back on an open shelf, he dives into the nearest sink to combat the paint. Satisfied after some fussing, he slips into his slides and hooks an arm around her waist, pulling her in a messy dash out of the house, too energized still by the potential that lies ahead of them now as they steer themselves to the cove.
[FIN]
Kaisel
I've only just begun, I won't stop until it's done
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
